oh, you poor thing
you thought people are nice, didn't you?
do you think, they would call for help if they saw you bleeding?
sometimes, that bleeding isn't visible, right?
do you think, they would throw you a lifebuoy if they saw you drowning?
sometimes, you aren't drowning in water, right?
do you think, they would stand in front of you like a shield if someone took out their gun and wanted to shoot you?
sometimes the guy with a gun, isn't a person, right?
do you think, that they would turn on the lamp in your room when you were a kid, that was scared of the monster under your bed?
sometimes, the monster under your bed, is not a monster, right?
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